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The lawyer leans in close. The smell of his cologne is an assault on my senses. I watch as he dips his sashimi in a puddle of soy sauce and wasabi, casually stirring the dark mixture with the tips of his chopsticks. "I need you to understand something about Mr. Morozov," he says. "Simulated Pleasures LLC is the only profitable phone sex operation in the entire tri-state area and he insists that he wants to buy it. He's not a patient man."
"I've told you before. I'm not interested in selling," I reply, refusing to entertain the thought. In fact, I almost can't believe we're still talking about this.
"I'm afraid he won't take no for an answer."
I wait for a moment before responding. My impulse is to tell this guy to go fuck himself, but I'm trying to stay calm and rational. I'll admit that my patience is wearing thin, and what I'd really like to do is put my fist through his teeth. As I'm thinking about the best way to respond, a waitress approaches us, bringing a sake sampler and breaking the silence. Nobu 57 has always been known for their world-renowned sake collection. I grab one of the small cups and gulp it down. It's smooth, and the sweet rice flavor lingers long past the drink itself.
"I don't envy your position. I understand that you're here representing your client and his best interests, but like I said, I'm adamant on retaining full ownership of this company."
"Tell me," he asks, "Why does a man like you—a man with a Harvard MBA and a polished business acumen under his belt, want to own a phone sex company?"
"You said so yourself, it's profitable."
"Spare me the bullshit. You could invest in Silicon Valley. You could have your hand in a number of more profitable niches. So why this?"
His question catches me off guard—and mostly because he's right. I could invest in tech, or even real estate, and easily triple my earnings. I know that phone sex is being replaced with live web cams and porn streamed for free on cell phones. Why am I insisting that I keep this part of the business? And then it hits me. I know it makes sense to sell, but if I'm honest with myself, there's an obvious and irreplaceable piece to this whole operation—Ashley. Who the fuck am I kidding? My mind is blown every time I'm with her. Damn it, I can't let her go; I love her, and I'm finally ready to admit that.
"I'm sorry to disappoint you, but my answer is still no. Regardless of my background, or what you think I should or shouldn't be investing in, I'm invested in Simulated Pleasures LLC and I plan to keep it that way. And that's final."
I hear him exhale in one irritated breath. "You say that now, but I urge you to reconsider what you're saying."
"I've considered it a great deal already."
"Well, I'm not one to give up so easily," he says, taking another bite of sushi. I watch as a bit of the bright orange Tobiko fish roe is caught in his mustache. I get up to leave the restaurant to show that this conversation is over, and formally thank him for lunch. He continues, "You'll be hearing from me again; I can assure you of that."
I walk out of Nobu 57 and onto the street. This meeting with the mob's lawyer has made me realize a lot of things and I immediately take my phone from my pocket and dial Ashley's direct phone sex line.
The same soft, sultry voice I've grown to love answers and comes on the line. "Hi, this is Misty. Who am I speaking with?"
"It's your king."
"King Henry, I'm so glad you called. I was just trying on a new set of lingerie that I bought yesterday, and now I'm lying in bed, dreaming of you, lightly fingering myself under all this lace. I wore it extra special, just for you."
"You belong to me, don't you?" I ask, masking my voice again, and asserting my will. It's as if I need to hear it from her mouth, one more time.
"Yes."
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, I belong to you King Henry, and only to you."
"Good. I needed to hear that. Today especially."
"Oh god, you have no idea," she says, just above a whisper.
"Stop touching your pussy—you know I can always tell when you're touching yourself. It belongs to me. Place your hands by your side, right now."
"Yes, King Henry."
"It pleases me when you obey," I continue. "Every king needs a queen. Are you ready to be my queen? Are you ready to always belong to me and do as I say?"
"I need you," she says, and I hear her breathing quicken. "My pussy throbs for you."
While she says this, I text Ashley's personal cell phone. "What's your address? I'm coming over. –Arsen" I watch as speech bubbles appear, and I can tell she's typing. Within a moment, her address appears on the screen and I smile, continuing to talk, and jumping back into my character as King Henry.
I deepen my voice again. "What would you do if I had you locked in my castle for a day? Are you thinking about it, and picturing yourself here, with me at my throne?"
"Yes, I'm picturing it… can you feel my breath on your body as I move slowly in between your thighs?"
